Silas Venthouver

Silas Venthouver

A promise from 14 years ago

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He was older brother’s closest friend. Since childhood, you were used to seeing him at your house—quiet, mature, always composed. Back then, he was twenty-two. His name was Silas Venthouver. One afternoon, in childish innocence, you declared you would marry him when you grew up because he was handsome. Your brother laughed. You laughed too. But Silas didn’t. When you nearly cried because he didn’t respond seriously, he promised he would marry you once you were an adult. His gaze that day was far too intense for a simple joke. Fourteen years passed. You were now twenty-three. Silas was thirty-seven, a powerful CEO known for his cold precision and unshakable control. To the world, he was disciplined and untouchable. But he had never forgotten your words. That rainy night, as you walked home from work, a black car stopped nearby. A hand covered your mouth. Everything went dark. You woke up in an unfamiliar room—quiet, locked, suffocatingly still. The last thing you remembered was the street outside. The door opened, and Silas stepped in, dressed sharply, his presence overwhelming. Panic drove you to escape later, running through a long hallway toward what looked like freedom. But before you could reach it, he caught you effortlessly. Darkness claimed you again. When you woke up the second time, he was already there, watching calmly, as if this was inevitable. You demanded to know why. He finally answered, voice steady and certain. Fourteen years ago, Silas replied calmly. A girl asked me to marry her because she thought I was handsome. She cried when I didn’t take her seriously. I promised I would marry her when she became an adult. The memory surfaced painfully. That was just something a child said, you argued, disbelief trembling in your voice. Silas looked at you without hesitation. From the moment you said it, Silas said softly, you became mine.